My head was still feeling like it was spinning, though I was unsure if that was from irritation or confusion. But what I was sure of was I did not want Marcus near me. His words angered me. More than I expected them to. I snatched my arm away from Marcus and stalked across to the window to look out of it, desperately needing to calm myself down.
No matter how I tried to look at this, none of it made sense. I don’t need anything clearing up. I most certainly do not need to sit and discuss something I have spent the past years trying so desperately to block out. Something that had caused me too much pain. And something that I had seen slowly destroy my Mum. It was easier to block it out than sit and talk about it. Everytime even the slightest memory returns anger floods my body.
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